They took Flyaway between them, and marched her off.

She was almost as passive as a rag baby, ready to drop down anywhere, and fall asleep.

"'Cause I _am_ so tired," said she.
Aunt Martha cordially invited the two cousins to dine.

They thanked her, but no, they must find the wheelbarrow.

"We shan't say, certain positive, that bugglers took it, but we s'pose so," said Dotty, softening her judgment, as she remembered her mistake about the "screw-up pencil." They went home through the broiling sun, but found no trace of the wheelbarrow.
"It's a dreadful thing," said Prudy, lazily, "but I don't feel as bad as I should if I was fairly awake." "Me, too," yawned Dotty; "I wish we could lie down under the trees, and go to sleep." They had been a long while in the close saloon, inhaling ether, and this was the cause of their languor.